Marching Church — King of Song lyrics

Lyrics

I grew up like any boy-child
In modest, humble conditions
But now they gild the ground I have betrodden
The globe is spinning on my thumb
People will rise for me Put out their eyes for me Hey now
People will die for me Fantasize about me Hey yeah
I am the king of song
Standing on top of heaps of bodies and piles of people
Waving my flag
Now the multitudes have gathered around me Grateful for each word I preach
They will rise for me Put out their eyes for me He now
They will die for me Fantasize about me Hey yeah
I am the king of song
He is rising
He is rising
The king of song